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Creation of Political Platform: Dire need of the time


We need a political image to succeed in our mission, a personality whom
we can trust and respect. A political platform is urgently required else our Imaar Thar is indeed in danger.

Dr Sarmila Sinha, London

The more I think about it, the more I feel myself unfit to write about it. I am a Bishnupriya Manipuri, my parents are both Bishnupriya Manipuris, and they raised me in Assam. My father was very particular about the Bishnupriya Manipuri language insisting that all of us should speak at home only in Imar Thar. However we did not grow up with the real Bishnupriya Manipuri culture, and honestly I don’t know much about it.

But while growing up, I never felt I was missing anything and in fact always held my identity in high esteem. I could compete with confidence and always felt I could be better than anyone.

It was only after settling abroad and finishing my studies and getting a job, do I now have time to reflect on my “Roots” and now want to contribute back in whatever way I can. Am I too late?

Who are the safeguards of our society? What thread holds us together so that even though we are physically miles away, we are connected?
You may have an answer in which case, I will be grateful if you can enlighten me.

Obviously there is no quick and easy solution to this issue.

And this problem of “ignorance of one’s culture” is not just confined to our society. It is magnified in our society because we are so scarcely populated. We all want to “fit in” to whichever culture we are raised in. It is a human instinct, sometimes necessary for survival and success in life. But just because it is the norm doesn’t justify it to be the right thing.

It is unacceptable to forget one’s roots.

I believe that the Bishnupriya Manipuri youth are much better off now than they have ever been. With globalisation and the speed of the Internet we are just a click away from each other. The future seems bright for our society now because it seems we do have the resources we need.

I want to spend some time reflecting on some possibilities for our society.

Because of our settlements in far away places we need some kind of unity. We need to be more generous in our efforts to help each other, any gesture that will keep the fire burning. I am asking how efficient is Mahasabha in uniting all of us from all walks of life. Will it help to glamorise it, give more publicity, print newsletters, having a Youth wing.

My next dream is education for all and a fair chance for the talented.
For e.g., My maternal grandmother Late Mrs Debjani Sinha from Kailashar, Tripura was a lady with a grand vision. When my grandfather used to be at work, she painstakingly used to visit many houses in the village asking and trying to solve people’s problems. She used to tell me that if she had been literate, she would have been the Prime Minister of India.

My biggest concern is that are we are depriving another potential from realising his or her dreams. I am in favour of opening trust funds for the talented Bishnupriya Manipuris so that money doesn’t stand in the way if one is truly talented.

Even though we are living in different geographical locations, our agenda is the same. So it is necessary to have a leader who can lead us and take all our voices to the next level. We need a political image to succeed in our mission, a personality whom we can trust and respect.

We must take it on ourselves to preserve our heritage. Every society has their “museum-like” establishments where they actually preserve things from the past and present for future generations.
It will certainly help future generations to preserve all our literature, memories of our great personalities.

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Again, not being judgemental and too critical of work undertaken by our fellow Bishnupriya Manipuri will go a long way in boosting the moral of our society.

In summary I think that our Imar Thar is in danger unless we take measures to ensure that our future generations are acquainted with the Bishnupriya Manipuri language, take on the customs and be proud to identify with the culture.

Of course we need to be acknowledged and recognised in the wider world and therefore taking a political perspective of our struggle is paramount.

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The power to suffer in silence was Jonaki’s biggest quality, says her elder sister Sarmila Sinha

I am Sarmila Sinha, Joonaki’s elder sister. Last year was a tragedy beyond the limits of my emotions and expressions. I thank everyone who paid their tributes to her, especially in this website. For some of our Bishnupriya Manipuris, there was a feeling of anger that she betrayed our society by going astray. There was also helplessness that she could not be saved. There was ambivalence to acknowledge her real worth.
Even though I am Joonaki’s older sister, I always felt she was more mature and confident than me. I used to awe at her daring and fearless attitude towards life. She had a heart of gold- I still remember as siblings, I used to demand more from my parents and she never complained. 
In fact my mum says that Baby (Joonaki’s pet name) would always insist that I got more toys or chocolates and she would be content just to see a smile on my face. When she was about 11 years of age and had already started her singing career, she would withstand hours of waiting with mum backstage before she was called out to perform at “Bihutoli”. 
Even at that tender age, she would rehearse as a true professional for hours together with her band members. My mum used to invite all band members to our house for rehearsal; and one room was always occupied with musical instruments. We had good neighbours at Dispur, Guwahati, Assam who didn’t complain about the high pitched music. 
She also passed HSLC exam with distinction in Science. She was invited to USA at the age of 17 years by our maternal aunt (Mala Sinha) and Uncle (Bitosh Sinha) after their American friend heard my sister’s vocals and remarked that he would personally like to work with Joonaki and make music. 
My sister went to America at a tender age of 17 years, with only one dream in her mind- to be a musical star. Life was good in USA, she stayed with my aunt in Chicago, attended college, did part time jobs and also spent time in music. After about one year, she became homesick- a part of her had never left India and she longed to come back. She came back in 2001, and got enrolled in a college in Guwahati. 
But as time went by, she felt that she had a promise to fulfill and again started making plans to restart her musical career. She got an invitation to perform in Madison Square Garden and this time she took the challenge of going on her own to New York. 
She performed brilliantly there and also got anther offer to sing with the famous group “50 cent“. This time she did not have the luxury to stay with our aunt and she saw the cruel side of life. 
She got a small job offer but she didn’t have enough money to support herself. She told me that at one stage she had to sleep in the office space, with no heating facility. She had barely enough to eat. But she kept this secret from us. Her biggest quality (also negative quality) is the power to suffer in silence. This capacity to tolerate and endure perhaps made her stronger and raised her threshold to suffer further. She kept the torch burning, and that was our Torch of Hope. She perhaps realized that success is not always for the well deserving, no matter how much you sacrifice; destiny is always one step ahead of you. 
I am not going into the details of her married life. She loved her daughter more than life and I think she sacrificed her life in the pledge of holding on to her vision of a noble wife and mother. In her last year of life, there was no burning desire to be a singer; there was only a burning desire to provide for her daughter. She died doing her duty. 
May her soul rest in peace.
This post is the comment by Sarmila Sinha in the article -
HENRI FREDERICK AMIEL:
Life is short and we have never too much time for gladdening the hearts of those who are traveling the dark journey with us. Oh be swift to love, make haste to be kind.
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